It is like we are dancing a dance of death.  Every day is worse and we keep switching partner – Yemen, Lebanon, Syria, and of course, filling our dance card, Hamas.  So what was my day like?  After my exercise class, and after Ezi had me do a few sets of stairs so I’ll be able to race down faster, I decided I had to go out and get printer ink and some other stuff ‘in case.’  I drove to a mall that had all the stuff I needed and found it totally crowded.  Most of the staff was Arab with varying degrees of Hebrew, and I was generously helped with all my purchases – since it’s been so long since I’ve been shopping. 

Driving home, I couldn’t help wondering what happens there when there’s a siren.  Shoppers probably ran down to the parking garage, but what happens to the shops? Is there a designated salesperson who locks up and sacrifices herself ?

While I came home, the sirens came on – my friend at the mall called to say she was in the parking garage of the mall.  She didn’t notice what happened to the shops.

But soon after, my lunch was interrupted by another siren, and my sense of humor disappeared.   It’s hard to be ironic when the situation we are in is total madness.

Here’s one example – As our soldiers were going through a tunnel in Gaza today, they were met with a group of women holding babies backed by Hamas militants.  

So now I am ready to go to bed, but I have to be dressed and ready to go down to the shelter.  I am trying hard not to think of the two soldiers killed today.

Nope.  A big bunch of rockets just hit.  I suddenly feared we wouldn’t have enough time to get to the shelter and stopped in the hall.  It was much simpler than running down the stairs, but more immediate.  I don’t think Tel Aviv has been hit this hard before.

Quite a horror show.

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